Giving up dreams

When you forgot how you got here,
and your shadow does not recognise you.

When you doubt if you ever chose your path
and the music can not comfort you.

When you waste your chances 
without seeing them pass by,
or you wonder if you were too selfish,
or too generous?

When the cage has you trapped and not safe,
the space suffocates you,
and an old song reminds you who you were.

On The Way Home

The train tracks wrap
the green hills.
The ruffled waves
hit Killiney Beach.
The yellow gorse 
spreads here and there.
Bluebells grow in the shade
of woods I know.